Sta.sh
She is a mistress of hell,
Her name is desire.
A fallen angel,
With wings of fire.
She's a thousand degrees,
Of soaring heat.
The kind of angel,
You can't wait to meet.
A dangerous creature,
Of outstanding glory.
She'll lull you in,
Cry you a story.
She'll tempt you inside,
There's no way you'll win.
Can't stay away from her,
Let torture begin.
She will ravage your mind,
Possess of your soul.
Drag you screaming,
Into Hells fiery hole.
Spiraling down.
Through fire and flames.
Just go with the flow,
No playing games.
Entwined together,
In searing heat.
This painful lust,
Can't be beat.
She will get hurt,
But won't be ashamed.
When there's desire,
Pain is the game.
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